The sword and halberd began to charge with power.
Energy surged around them in violent waves, bursting into roaring flas and spiraling temporal distortions that made the sky tremble and warp. Even the clouds were torn apart by the pressure, leaving behind scars of fractured light.
Eonar and Lortar had already reached the sa conclusion.
Getting close to the Scarlet King was suicide.
Within his domain, their minds slowed, their reactions dulled, and their movents lagged-yet the most terrifying part was that they could not even perceive it happening. A power they could not sense was a power they could not resist.
Thus, their only viable option was distance.
Although both were kings forged through endless lee combat, the sheer magnitude of their long-range attacks was still enough to annihilate a Late Alpha-Oga Overgod-especially if they struck together.
Cain saw their plan the mont their weapons began to hum. He simply smiled.
Relaxing his body, Cain took a slow, asured breath and remained completely still, floating above the Ocean of the Blood Sun as if waiting for a gentle breeze rather than a cataclysmic assault.
That calm filled the hearts of Eonar and Lortar with rage and humiliation.
Yet neither dared to speak.
Every scrap of focus and discipline would be needed if they wished to
survive.
Without wasting another second, the energy around their weapons
detonated.
Eonar swung the Blade of the End of Tis with all his strength. From its edge erupted massive streams of temporal energy, surging forward like roaring rivers of distorted ti. They moved unnaturally fast, as if riding along the Flow itself to amplify their speed and montum.
At the sa ti, Lortar unleashed his own attack.
Hundreds of flaming dragon heads erupted from his halberd, each one roaring as it surged forward. With every ter they traveled, their particles accelerated further, feeding on heat and montum until the air scread around them.
The temporal streams arrived first.
Yet the mont they entered Cain's domain, their speed was cut in half.
It was not only physical motion that was affected. Even abilities-pure manifestations of power-were slowed by the sa invisible authority. Cain could have dodged them effortlessly.
Instead, his eyes glowed with golden light.
He extended his left arm.
Under Eonar's horrified gaze, the back of Cain's hand made contact with one of the temporal streams-and casually swatted it aside, sending it veering off course like a toy.
"Impossible..."
The word slipped from Eonar's lips before he could stop it.
And that was only the beginning.
Every subsequent stream of temporal energy suffered the sa fate, diverted and scattered as if Cain were brushing aside rain.
Lortar's shock was no less severe.
But unlike Eonar, his disbelief instantly transford into cold resolve.
With a roar, he manipulated the flaming dragon heads mid-flight, forcing them to fuse together. The hundreds of attacks collapsed into a single, colossal construct-a blazing mass of condensed destruction the size of a moon.
Just as it reached the edge of Cain's domain, Lortar detonated it.
The logic was simple.
Cain could divert an attack-but he could not divert an explosion.
A triumphant smile spread across Lortar's face as the expanding blast surged toward the Scarlet King.
Then the explosion froze.
Flas halted mid-expansion. Shockwaves locked in place. Heat
crystallized into stillness.
Before Lortar could even comprehend what he was seeing, the frozen inferno was absorbed-drawn directly into Cain's left eye.
"How...?"
The word barely ford before Cain's right eye flared with blinding
golden light.
An instant later, an explosion detonated directly in front of Lortar's chest-identical in power and nature to the one he had unleashed, but now reversed and amplified.
"BOOOOO0000000000OM!"
The blast swallowed Lortar entirely.
Flas, light, and shattered space engulfed the Kalous King, making it impossible to tell whether his body still existed.
Cain smiled broadly.
The technique he had just used-an advanced form of Redirection-
was far more taxing than the passive applications of his Ancestor Power. Even executing it once had strained him heavily.
His eyes throbbed with backlash, and he knew he would not be able
to use it again for so ti.
Rather than disappointnt, Cain felt satisfaction.
That limitation was precisely why he had initiated this battle.
"Ti for the offensive."
Sharpness and killing intent surged within Cain's gaze. Golden light flooded his body, then concentrated into his arms and legs as his power shifted fully toward movent and engagent.
He turned toward Eonar.
And vanished.
Eonar imdiately tried to retreat, forcing distance between himself
and the Scarlet King-but it was already too late.
The mont Eonar entered the domain, his speed dropped without
him even realizing it.
Cain appeared before him.
A brutal punch crashed into Eonar's face, the force snapping his head
back and sending him hurtling toward the center of the Ocean of the
Blood Sun.
Before he could recover, another blow slamd into his ribs.
"Crack."
Bones fractured under the impact.
Eonar tried to counterattack-but to him, it was as if there were ten Scarlet Kings striking at once, their movents overlapping and indistinguishable.
Despite overwhelming his opponent, Cain frowned slightly.
His speed was exceptional-but the power behind each strike was
only average by his standards.
It made sense.
He had deliberately directed his body's potential toward speed,
leaving offense and defense rely adequate. Defense could be supplented by the Flow, and while he could enhance his strikes using the Light of the Flow, it still wasn't enough.
In battle, every strike should cripple-or kill.
In the Crimson World, he achieved that through supre physical
strength and Dream.
In the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, through Zero-State Force and
Ego Wave.
Here, he possessed the Ons of the Ocean of the Blood Sun-but he had yet to master them fully.
At least not enough to bring his killing power to the Late
Alpha-Oga Overgod level.
"I could infuse my Ancestor Power directly into my strikes," Cain
thought.
"That should be sufficient."
The domain he had been using was rely a passive effect of his
Ancestor Power.
He had not yet truly unleashed it.
As Cain prepared to activate that deeper authority, the sword in
Eonar's hand suddenly trembled.
The eye embedded in the weapon's handle snapped open wide.
A massive burst of power erupted from the Blade of the End of Tis.
Cain's eyes widened.
He retreated instantly, the edge of the blade missing him by re centiters.
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